Thoughts wondering
Pencil writing
Volumes up
I’ve been crying
People calling
There’s knocks on the door
Looking through the window
But I am on the floor
A bottle next to me
A knife in hand
Don’t know what to do
For I can no longer stand
There’s to much stress
Problems and pain
All I know
All I can claim
Listening to the messages
I hear from you
I hear your voice
And know that we grew
You are the only one who cares
Only one who knows me
They all think they do
But they do not know thee
You pull me up
And out of the dark
You look at me
And the tears start
You see my arms
And tears in my eyes
All you can do
Is let out a sigh
A sigh of disappointment
A sigh of shame
Knowing and showing
That this is no longer a game
 never_meant_2_be_so_cold · Sun Oct 26, 2008 @ 09:34pm · 0 Comments |
